Quite unfortunate.
Mu Qingyang saw Gu Shen and sensed the few stable spiritual auras inside the tent.
He paused for a moment.
"Everyone, please step aside, I'm here to save someone..."
The fourth-tier Spiritual healer, named Jimo, was a middle-aged man who had rushed over upon receiving the emergency call. At this moment, Jimo was still covered in thick frost.
"Saving lives is the priority, saving lives is the priority..."
He muttered under his breath as he walked toward the tent. When he looked up, he saw a familiar face: "Gu... Mr. Xiao Gu?"
Realizing it was not appropriate to address him directly, Jimo quickly changed to a more respectful title.
"Thank you for coming all this way," Gu Shen said warmly. "However, those few have already been treated by me and are now recovering."
The healer was taken aback on hearing this.
